[a cigarette flicked]

a cigarette flicked
cavalierly
through a window crack

the music drowns
my words,
murders my thoughts

dashes in the road
marching like tin soldiers
your fingers
the cigarette
it makes you more attractive?

the music drowns
my words,
murders my thoughts

the taste on your lips
like charred balsa
when you kiss me
[when you kiss me]
you think that i enjoy this?

the music drowns
my words,
murders my thoughts

long walk to the doorstep
two feet behind me
you don't care
you don't care
and i don't deserve this